Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.